Lyrics

Something lay buried in the ground,
Under fifteen years of monsoon rain,
And now it?s nowhere to be found,
Just faint memories remain.

And then I found it one morning
A toy car without wheels,
A small forgotten thing,
I wish you knew how it feels,
To find a small forgotten thing,
When the mirror cracks and says it all,
You follow your heart to the last footfall,
And you know Time has not been healing,
A small forgotten thing.

My little brother lost his toy car,
Some fifteen years back,
My memory goes only so far
About this small forgotten thing.
So much has happened
In all these passing years,
That now I can?t smile and pretend,
And hold back my tears.

A small forgotten thing,
Buried under all the promises
That tomorrows will bring,
Winters come sooner,
Than the first breath of spring.

A small forgotten thing,
Doesn?t ask for a river of sadness
Its not as if you?ve lost everything,
A small forgotten thing,
As petty as a guitar without a string.

A small forgotten thing,
Like the leaves of the black birch,
Worth nothing, yet worth everything,
A small forgotten thing,
Like a bird without a wing.

Stars may bend their voices,
Stones may shed their tears,
And I may be spurred to a song,
Oh, there is nothing wrong,
{to sing about} a small forgotten thing.

A small forgotten thing,
Like the first breath of spring.
A small forgotten thing,
As petty as a guitar without a string.
A small forgotten thing,
Like a bird without a wing.
Oh there is nothing wrong,
{to sing about} a small forgotten thing.

Author: Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta